In an erotic mushroom patch

You startled me


you there,

your smooth cap

protruding out 

within the night.

An underbelly of gills

what hides 

between them?

The earth throbs with cicadas

and you look 

potently inviting.

All the mycologists 

who crafted 

exquisite nomenclature 

to your varied parts,

your sublime anatomy, 

hardly disguised 

their erotic fantasies.

Salivating now 

at Volva,





delicious flavours,

in a smoky Andean kitchen.




As a student of Mycology, I have always been intrigued by the names ascribed to Fungi and how the morphology or the anatomy find parallels in human life. The parts of a regular mushroom could translate as nothing other than sheer eroticism.